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City Life: Kobold Jobs

Underneath the city was an entirely mirrored world crafted and maintained by powerful magic for the sanity of anything non-human. Among the races that exclusively stuck to the underground, were the kobold. These tiny reptilian creatures commanded a lot of magical power and plenty of mental prowess, but never seemed to flaunt it about. Even with their power they were still the least respected among the community, with only the gnolls of the city being a common ally. For the most part kobold didn't seem to care about anything, unless it involved money. Gold, jewels and more could sway these powerful creatures into any job. Particularly they were used for enforcement. They could remain hidden and create a false sense of security for any who were dumb enough to mess with the peace, and so kobolds were generally paid as enforcers and bodyguards; hidden eyes in the crossways waiting for any little mishap to happen. Even still, respect for their tiny race was only ever given when on the receiving end of their business.

Outside a major club run by a prominent gang, a crowd gathered, both creature and human watching the spectacle. A beast few ever saw stood there with dark fur and four eyes, fire spitting from its maw as it shot off insult after insult directed at the black scaled kobold guarding the entrance to the club before it finally began to actually speak something other than a curse, "Not allowed? I've paid good money here plenty of times. Y'think a little whore dead here and there matters? Tell your bosses I'm comin in anyway."

As the creature finished its rambling, the kobold brought her hand up and answered with a small smile, "One last time. The big guys up top said that you've caused too much property damage and you'd ruin the reputation. You stink up the place, you murder, and apparently you don't tip all that well so, get out." The creature's eyes flared red and it towered over the kobold hands gripping the earth like some sort of ape, but before it said another word the kobold jammed a baton into what could only be the creature's groin, all four eyes shutting, mouth opening further to hiss as it’s body shuddered, a small audible zap sounding off before it crumpled to the ground. As it twitched upon the ground spewing curses again the kobold brought her baton straight into the creature's eye jamming it in and twisting just a bit as she spoke, "Now then! Supernatural being or not, rules are rules and if you break them here you ruin your fun and the lovely client's fun on the inside....so, if you recover from this, think about what you've done and maybe when you're calm you can appeal to the bosses, for now get out of my sight."

The creature only coughed and sputtered, still somewhat alive even after having its eye pierced. From within the club a large canine creature with spots along its fur exited. With a grunt it leaned down to pick up the foul mouthed demon that the kobold had just dispatched, "Damn...you really have to do this kind of shit when you're on shift Lona? Work's rough when you gotta take out trash."

Lona grinned, arms crossed, "Come on. He was asking for it. I'm allowed to get violent if they get to close, just toss him out of the way and he'll handle himself. Either way, make sure you keep things safe, if one of us messes up the bosses get mad at both, and you know I hate when my pay gets docked."

The large gnoll only grunted and tossed the body through the crowd which was quickly dispersing to reform the line into the club, some of the onlookers leaving rather than stay for when the four eyed creature woke up. Lona herself turned tail to head back inside the club. That was her last shift and she had nothing else to do. Weaving through the crowds of the club she found herself heading to the employee's locker room. Typically she'd pack up for the night and head home, but she had a special date tonight. It wasn't a secret that her kind loved money and by extension herself, but for her the most important thing about the job was the fun. Guarding the entrance to the club typically meant having to get her hands dirty, and she liked it that way. She enjoyed getting deep in crowds and kicking dirt to the curb. Sure she had lost a bit of horn, sure she had a few scars, but damn if it didn't feel good to her. Her family thought she was crazy. For the most part they understood the money part, but most kobold were cold, calculating; leaving their personal enjoyment outside of work.

Lona was very different from the typical kobold. Lona perhaps enjoyed her jobs too much, to the point of even killing a few clients she was supposed to only rough them up. Of course she did her job so well that she was still paid a fair amount, but it wasn't uncommon for her pay to be docked for damages incurred to both property and people, which always had her huffing and puffing around even though she wouldn’t work at any other place. No other employer had managed to keep her this entertained.

Clothes stripped away she stretched, popping open her locker to get into something more casual, something a bit more sexy. There was an important side job that would pay extra for her overzealous nature, an offer which she had only just accepted. Some clients weren't satisfied with the women at the club, some wanted more variety and since kobold whores were hard to find, Lona received plenty of phone numbers and offers. To be honest she was just a bit nervous. She loved sex, absolutely adored it just as much as violence, but she had never accepted any of those offers. It was only today that she had decided to accept her first for special reasons.

A human mage by the name of Sul had asked her if she would care for a quiet evening ending with heated sex. Of course she was quick to dismiss him, but he was not only willing to pay upfront, he was also a well-known member of the community underworld. A mage with an uncanny ability to produce a common drug to satisfy any demon’s need, and by extension, damn deep pockets. If she accepted the job she would certainly be getting enough pay to warrant the risk, and that was all she needed. A skirt, a jacket and nothing much else gave her enough to wear and she shut the locker door with a sigh ready to leave. She'd meet her date just outside the club and head to his apartment in the underground. Everything would go just fine, and besides, it was about the fun just as much as it was about the money.

Not too many people dared to stare when she had left in some stranger's black convertible, except maybe her gnoll friend and partner in crime. The guy had a wife and kids, but he was always looking out for her like a lover. It was cute, perhaps she'd give him a try one day if he actually wanted to, but for now she'd concentrate on the human. It was an odd thought to her though. She couldn't shake it out of her mind how strange the thought of settling down was. She always looked at Rorrik and thought his family looked cute, but kobold’s were different, if she settled down then she’d be having at least five kids biting at her ankles, not too fun. Maybe she'd find herself in some sort of magical romance with this client, or perhaps she'd milk him for everything he was worth and drop him like a bad habit, both sounded equally stupid. Before long they were at his apartment in the underground.

She had attracted someone with a bit of money at least. Sul's home was a penthouse suite, indoor pool and more. Lona wondered just what he did to afford all of this, but really that wasn't her part in this. A pleasant surprised occurred when they entered further into the penthouse. He had taken off his coat and offered her a glass of wine. She had expected to be taken upon the couch and used without another word, but instead she found herself sitting on the couch with the human, sipping wine, eyes locked. It was odd. They were simply just drinking wine, not a single word said between the other. She could see the human’s eyes traveling to her skirt. Even if he was being polite he was still being a hungry male after all. Breaking the silence she decided to ask, "So...Sul, what would you have me do? You're the paying customer after all."

Sul chuckled and unzipped his pants. He had obvious intentions, but went about them in strange ways, "Well, I think we both know what I'd have you do...but I figured you'd appreciate a bit more."

For a moment she considered what he had said. To be given just a bit more could mean romance, or respect, both which she cared little about at the moment. With a small smile she spread her legs to show she was wearing no underwear, gaining a pleasant result from the human whose pants seemed to bulge at the sight, "I don't really care about stories, about respect, about love or anything of the sort. I'm here for a job and for the money...but I also want a good fuck."

Sul shuffled out of his slacks and boxers, erect cock pushing out into the air as he spoke, "An eager whore is always welcome...your kind are usually so cold."

Glass of wine set upon the coffee table before the couch, Lona crawled forward, placing her smooth scaled cheek against the human's shaft, not caring about Sul calling her a whore, leaning back to nuzzle it with her snout before opening her mouth to drag her tongue from the tip, down to the base and back up again. She could feel his hands moving to grip at her horns, to feel over the scales of her head. She didn't mind, she enjoyed the touch, it let her know that someone alive was right there while she was working. As her tongue trailed the length of that cock, she felt his hands tighten more the closer she was to his balls. Her tongue moved over those orbs, touching each gently. She could hear fabric moving, his shirt being tossed to the side in the corner of her vision as she suckled and loved upon his balls with her mouth. It seemed that he was one to enjoy her balls being played with, thankfully she enjoyed oral, she enjoyed the flavor of skin on her tongue, balls were fun too, a weakness and something to be worshipped all in one. She could crush him, break him, she had the power to do it, but instead she licked, bringing her tongue all around his balls.

Deciding to see just how far he liked his oral fun, her tongue moved further lower, underneath those orbs, making sure each was lifting just a bit before she moved on to the taint. She heard him suck in a bit of air, his hands shaking just a bit as they edged her ever so closer lower and lower until finally her tongue was on his rear hole. Again and again she licked at that star, tongue pushing just a bit in as her hand moving to grip and stroke at his cock. She buried her tongue against and into that star, moving in and rolling her tongue around, hand stroking and gently tugging at that thick member in her hand. Already she could feel his cock twitching, dribbling pre trailing down her hand, it was almost there, what a quick human. Those hands upon her head then suddenly brought her head up, she could hear him breathing heavy, his eyes staring at her drunk with lust, "Hold...condom, lube let me get ready for more. I don't want to bottom out too quickly."

Sul watched as the kobold sat back with a coy, tiny smile on her face. He had found himself a little treasure in this kobold. Every other female kobold he had been with had been so cold and needed a healthy dose of aphrodisiac to react. Of course he had poured a bit inside of this one's wine, but she barely had drank any of from her glass and already she was basically begging to be ploughed. Standing up he moved to his room to retrieve a condom and a bottle of lube. He would need the lube to actually fit inside of her properly, although perhaps without it would be much more fun. Now he was considering offering her a bit more of that aphrodisiac, if he caught her off guard he could keep her for good, but she worked for powerful people. His thoughts were cut off by a burning upon his lower back. World swirling, eyes shutting, his mind shutting down he slumped and fell into darkness.

Lona brought the dagger from his back, flames upon the blade sizzling as they disappeared, staring down at the corpse of the mage she wondered just how hard it would have been to take him down. In all honesty she would have died in a direct battle, he was after all a mage of considerable power. For the most part he was also well loved, but at the same time he had been involved in the wrong business and attracted the wrong attention. Personally Lona didn't care. Lona was only in it for the money. The club owners had paid a lump sum to have this man dead and out of the way, and now that it was done she could get her money and that was all that mattered to her in the end. Jacket back on she moved to leave the home, a little addition left in the kitchen, just for her own fun and his car keys in hand.

Outside she had taken his car and although it was a bit hard to see where she was going due to her height she drove off. She could hear crackling as she drove away, bright flames appearing in her rearview mirror, monsters and humans alike gathering to look up at the sight, mission accomplished, still, she would have preferred if he would have turned his back after fucking her, rather than making it so easy. When she arrived at the club her precious gnoll partner was there arms crossed, a stupid worried look on his face. When she stepped down from the vehicle the big oaf stepped up to look her over, though he seemed to be pretending to just check the car she knew what he was really concerned about and as if on cue to defend his false indifference, "Nice car...everything went well I guess?"

Lona chuckled and handed him the keys, "Here...driving sucks anyway. Guessing I have to go see the manager to grab my cash right Rorri?"

Rorrik snorted, arms crossed, "My name is Rorrik...Lona you already know where to get your payment...why are you sticking around here?"

Lona smiled, the cold shoulder was cute when it came from Rorri. He tried so hard to be uninvolved, to distance himself from her, when the truth was that he'd probably leave his wife and cubs just for a chance at her, "Rorri, don't be cold, I like you, we mix well together unlike a lot of people, but if you're sure you don't give a damn about me I'll be on my way." Of course she was teasing him, but perhaps that was a bit too much.

That little comment had his ears flat against his head, mouth trembling as he growled, "I...I didn't mean it that way Lona."

Lona put a delicate hand on his paw, "I kid. Wait for me out here, I'll be back with the money...then we can get a bite to eat or we can fuck in the car.”

His eyes said that he wouldn’t mind the sex, but not a single word was said as she headed off into the club. Lona knew what he was thinking, what he wanted, and to be honest when she came out she thought about taking it. Even if he had a family he would still love them eternally so she wouldn't be ruining his life, and it was just a harmless fling, for now she wanted her money.

Even at this time the club was still alive. Loud music, lights, dancers in the rafters, and glasses falling from drunks passing out. It was her natural habitat down in the underground and she knew how to navigate it without a single scale missing. In the back at the bar she would find the manager sitting there. A human in a suit, a representative of the gang and nothing else. The big leaders always liked to keep themselves tucked away and safe; she didn't mind, she knew he would have her money and so she sat next to the man to discuss her payment, legs crossed with just enough of a gap to give anyone watching from afar something to look at.

It was dangerous to carry physical cash in a suitcase, bag, or envelope so she had made a special request to have the money forwarded to an account of hers. The manager was kind enough to give in to that request, if only because they had a solid history. He had tried to give her some sort of speech about her deed doing the community at large a favor, but she quickly turned tail at that and got off her seat. The money and the fun was all she cared about, nothing more and nothing less. Waving the man off she gave him a quick smile and headed off back outside.

It hadn't been too long, so Rorrik was still waiting outside with his arms crossed, body leaning against the previously human owned car. Both of them got into the car silently. They were sitting there quiet enough, but Rorrik wasn’t starting the car. Neither was he putting any effort into even putting his hand upon the key. The silence was killing her. She wanted to ravage him, to ride him right there just because of how excited she was from that simple little job. Even now she wondered if he knew, if he could smell her arousal, see it in the way she stared at his body. Surprisingly Rorrik was the first to make a move. As he spoke he gripped on to his crotch, rubbing through the fur and at his pouch until his red canine cock became visible, "Didn't change did you? You're just trying to seduce me...this is your fault." As usual, Rorrik was terrible at making an excuse, but she didn’t care. The invite was given and so she dove right in.

Lona leaned over her seat her mouth opening to capture that massive thing in her mouth while his hand moved to the back of her head. She bobbed herself up and down upon his cock, gagging just a bit from the size every time she felt the knot pushing against her tongue. She could feel the guilt and shame behind every thrust, a hot shame that she shared as she felt a fire building up inside of her. Neither of them should have been doing it, but that job had her too excited and she needed release. She figured taking advantage of a friend in this situation wouldn't be too sinful, especially when the gnoll she was sucking off was groaning in such pleasure. Gripping his wrists she tore her mouth away from his cock to climb on to his lap her cunt sliding against that thick shaft as she breathed out, "I've been waiting too long for this Rorri...just fuck me right now, make it quick, make it dirty...I don't care if I get pregnant either."

The words seem to shake the gnoll to the core. He gripped on to her hips and moved to slide his cock inside of her, being careful and slow while he leaned in to bite and tear at her jacket causing her to gasp as his tongue brushed against her smooth chest. Again and again his tongue brushed against her body and up to her neck as he entered her pussy. He thrust and growled pushing in faster, deeper until finally he was fully in. Arms wrapped tight around her body he began driving his cock to her again and again. It was wild and far too fast for her to handle, but she groaned out in such pleasure. The pain and pleasure fused with the shame in such a way that should have had her disgusted and crying, but instead she was whimpering and panting, begging for more. At the same time she was moving her hips as well, wanting to milk his thick canine cock into her pussy, and eventually she found herself stuck, his knot at her pussy unable to go any further. With a cry she began forcing herself on that thick thing, letting the knot push against her tight hole until finally it was in all the way.

For a moment they both stopped, eyes closed, her head against his chest. There she could hear his heartbeat, his cock pulsing in tandem inside of her pussy. That thick thing that threatened to burn her insides twitched so much and already she could feel it dribbling pre against her inner walls. With a sudden thrust she felt her insides get drenched in warm gnoll seed, her eyes popping open as she gasped, his mouth suddenly capturing hers, tongue to tongue now as he practically bred Lona, her pussy twitching and quivering as she felt her own orgasm mount from their little quickie. Finally he was finished and he let her rest, their mouth's parting. Both of them panted wordlessly, both collapsing against one another. Lona grunted, nuzzling into his fur, "You're a good man...Sorry I made you do this."

Rorrik answered quietly, "Hrm...I've my own problems. Wife is being pressured to leave. Tribal matters."

Lona looked up to him, "Oh geez, Rorri if that was happening you should have told me. Let's head to my place so I can get changed and we can get some pizza on me all right?"

Rorrik huffed quietly at that, closing his eyes and leaning back. It was obvious that he was done talking, but she knew he couldn't resist the draw of free food. With a small smile she closed her eyes as well. Finally she had calmed the fire burning inside of her ever since that hit job. She had plenty of money, and a full pussy. She was as happy as any kobold could be in the underground.